Later. A bus ride downtown to have coffee out at a table in the City Center. Quite overcast and a little cold, but I'd worn a winter jacket and seemed to be happy enough. I was watching, let me tell you, about being out and about under an overcast sky with the weather turning cold. “Are you happy enough?” Well, I seem to be. Could be this gooey cookie I'm eating or maybe that small box of licorice candy, but so far so good.

Walked back along Telegraph passing the Democratic party election headquarters, seeing they'd evidently moved to another building closer to City Hall. Not sure when that happened as I've been out of town for the last few days, but they've been overrun by unhappy demonstrators about weekly these last couple of months, one of their windows still obviously broken under a plywood sheet.

Oh, and I had to take a picture of the entrance way of the store next door to the headquarters. Left behind signs put up by the store's owner, an Obama supporter? Liked the incongruity of the mix, couldn't pass without taking a picture.

I noted the fence had come down around the newly sodded lawn in front of City Hall. A sign of ongoing progress in cleaning up after Occupy Wall Street. Let's hope the coming election makes everyone happier, although all those people who've occupied the Democratic headquarters and camped out on the lawn during the protests would only vote for a Romney on a Cold day in Hell. It was cool today and could conceivably be what one might call a Cold day in Hell (given how hot they say it is in hell), but I couldn't say, you understand, limited as I've been in my travels.

Back at the apartment for some guitar, some buzzing around on the web and then a good hour's plus nap. I obviously needed that nap after another short night's sleep last night. I didn't mention it earlier as I'm never quite certain how long it may have taken me to get to sleep in the morning, but know in my heart it took too long last night and can hope this nap has taken care of it. Good nap! Hup!

Evening. I really didn't want to watch the debate but of course I watched the debate. Best to watch them as the various pundit analyses that follow are pretty much useless in giving you an idea of what actually happened. They talk about there still being people who haven't made their decision yet and you think how could they not have made a choice at this late date and then you realize how little some follow these things and that maybe, well, just maybe you're overly close to it with the news on all day and the various politically oriented news blogs and papers you read. And then you just try to keep your mouth shut (and listen to the damned debate).

Otherwise to bed. On a Thursday after some, but not enough guitar practice, thinking of learning another song or two on my own as time goes along. I'm to the point where I should be picking them out and learning them, building a repertoire of favorite songs, should I not? Isn't that why you learn to play an instrument? Well, yes, that was my thought.